Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh holiday season nigga
My trap beating harder a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a bass
My trap beating harder a bass drum
Holiday
Damn son where'd you that
1:]
These bitches eating pills they Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a dancer
I'm cooking up dope with 2 fucking bowls
I an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can it dance, do an avalanche
It's your final chance, get wedding bands
I keep that girl like a white man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in trap
My got a vert, my shit jump out the gym
down to break they neck, just to look at him
She really like me but she love my rims
Yellow lamborghini same color my Timbs

My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
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ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she
season bitch
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so look at that pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to
When I out my money
Even these hoe watchin'
I hit a lick and went and bought a wing
I sprinkle lemon pepper in re-rock
I took my time I had to a fortress
Straight flossin' my closet look Walter's
Step out the I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga know his money long
Got my bond money, I got my fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my shoes a key

My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin hard I swear to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap
My goons in the living room
My boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin than you trap booms
My goons in the living room